The Breeze is alone,
For years .... It has blown,
Over the flowers.. over the sand,
Unnoticed, unimportant always bland,
Yet,
Waited for and sought,
Wanted it is and wished for a lot,
Soothing... and caressing the hair,
Kissing the cheeks when solitarily you stare,
Whistles it blows... When lonely you feel,
Fragrance of flowers ... For you it steals,
For you it's still.. for you it blows,
For you it dies and for you it grows,
With you it laughs and with you it cries,
Over the hills, battling the skies.
Who's your Breeze? Do try to find,
That One Unique.. with whom you bind,
Whose being never seen but felt,
For you whose heart will always melt,
Around you always and forever,
In the misery ..who will leave you never,
When you find the sheer stranger though..
Don't let him leave , don't let him go,
For
It's your Light, your Life, your Breeze. ..
Small gestures of care will make It Please.